Page 70 of Keeping Score

“I don’t care. That shit is not happening while I’m in the house–”

“Then get a fucking hotel!” I shout. I hear Darius and Saint laugh behind me, I even see Crue and Beck shake with silent laughter. Corvin’s face turns red, he looks like he is about to blow a blood vessel in his forehead.

“You know they have slept together before, right?” Saint quips.

“Not while I’ve been around!” he answers cockily. I smirk and tilt my chin up as I say,

“Are you sure?” Darius chokes on something behind me as Corvin’s mouth drops open. He darts his gaze over my head to Darius.

“She’s full of shit…right?” The pleading in Corvin’s voice nearly has me curling over and laughing.

“Y-yeah?” Darius stutters.

“Why the fuck did that sound like a lie?” Corvin shouts.

I throw my hands in the air. “Because it was. I gave him a blow job on the couch at home while you were passed out on the other chair. He also snuck into my room most nights, oh and we also fucked in your shower at home.” He turns pale and hunches over gripping the edge of the counter. Darius is cursing beneath his breath behind me. I turn around and pin him with a stern look that has him standing up straight. “Just in case you didn’t get the point, you either start putting out or I’m moving in with–”

“Swear to fucking God, if you say Beckett…” Darius warns. I scrunch my face up.

“I was gonna say Nathan,” I answer. The tension eases from his shoulders.

“Why would it matter if she stayed with Beck?” Nathan fails at whispering to Cody. I roll my lips over my teeth to stop from smiling which earns me a scornful look from Darius.

“I need a fucking drink,” Corvin grumbles behind me. An idea hits me as Darius eyes me warily.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks suspiciously.

“We’re about to play a drinking game that guarantees I get laid!” I say nodding, pleased with myself.

“You don’t even care about me!” I whine as he holds my hair while I wash my face in the bathroom sink.

“Goldie, I have held your hair back while you threw up, helped shower and change you, brushed your teeth and here I am currently still holding your freaking hair back. How the hell is that me not caring about you?” I ponder that for a second, my mind is fuzzy from the alcohol I consumed. I thought it would be a great idea to challenge the guys to a drinking game hoping to get Darius drunk enough that I could seduce him. Turns out all the guys and Nathan are pros at beer pong. I thought us three girls playing in swimsuits would throw them off their game. What a stupid idea that was.

“You haven’t even asked me if I’m okay.” I pout as I meet his gaze in the mirror. He rolls his eyes heavenward and takes a deep breath, almost like he is praying for patience.

He flicks his eyes back to mine and asks, “Are you okay?”

“No!” I practically shout and stomp my foot like a child.

“For the love of fucking Christ, what’s wrong now?” he asks. I spin around and lean against the sink as I try my hardest to look sexy.

“I hurt,” I say in the best sad voice I can muster.

“Where?” I keep the smirk off my face as I reach out, grab his hand and place it flat against my pussy.

“Right, here.” His eyes darken, a small groan slips from his lips as he closes his eyes.

“We can’t.” His voice is pained. I can see from how stiff his shoulders are and the way his breathing has picked up that he’s close to giving in.

“Why? You said you would doanythingto make me feel better.” He slowly lifts his eyes to meet mine. I can see a war inside them, he wants me but he’s holding back. I don’t want to give him too much time to think, so I release my hold on his hand–which he leaves against my pussy—grab the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it over my head. Chucking it to the side, his eyes drop to my exposed tits. I grip the waistband of my booty shorts and push them down, forcing his hand away as I do. I stand here naked and ready for him to take me, but he still won’t make a move.

The buzz from the alcohol is still there so I decide to embrace it and allow my inner temptress out. I push up onto the counter and scoot back until my back is against the mirror. His gaze runs over me sending a trail of heat through my body. The hunger in his eyes is what gives me the courage to make my next move. I open my legs, bending them at the knee to balance on the edge of the counter. His eyes drop to my exposed pussy. I bite my bottom lip as I slowly trail my hand down my chest and stop when I reach the apex of my thighs. Darius clenches his hands into fists at his sides, he’s shaking, trying so hard to not give into his need. That’s fine, I’m no quitter and I plan to have him inside me tonight no matter what it takes. I slip a finger through my folds and gasp.

“Stop…that’s, you—fuck!” I smirk at his inability to form a coherent sentence. I push a finger inside my tight, wet hole, moaning his name as I do it. “Ah fuck,” he grits out. I continueto pump that finger in and out of myself a couple times before switching to circling my clit.

“Oh my God,” I breathe out as I arch my back off the mirror. “Yes!” I moan.

“Fuck it!” he growls before my hand is smacked out of the way. I smirk when he scowls at me.

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